White Noise - Bruce Hornsby

silent room, hundred strong some hearing distant muzak, it's setting the mood, tedium here, in his cubicle he's doing his work, the same thing daily, papers and forms, staring concentrating on the ledger, no room for error, hours on end, takes a dogged man of great endurance, and nobody knows, nobody will speak a word, at least no speaking out loud, no note-comparing, no jokes told, it's just not allowed, no one lines up to see the numbing endless toil and grind, it takes so much not to snap, not to lose a mind, here's some white noise for you, for your car and or cubicle, music, meds and white noise, ease the pressure down in your crucible, this is the world, you and your job in your space with your data, your files and your flow charts, and your ten minute break, nobody knows, nobody cares, but you know, you know what you are, today's frontier man herding, taming an unending paper flood, guarding the fort from disaster for your people, the brotherhood of tedium in your spartan chair, a hero for our time in the stale office air, here's some white noise for you, for your pod and or cubicle, music and meds and the white noise, ease the pressure down in your crucible, will the drugs help? a little music? isometrics, white noise, white noise in your pod, relaxing white noise